Alema
Rar loved restraints so much that she had trouble sleeping without
them. Comfortably restrained however, she slept like a baby bantha.
Usually the Force would awaken her when someone tried to approach
her, or when she needed to wake up. There was no way a sentient
being should have been able to enter her tiny room and cut the chain
leash from the restraining ring that was just centimeters from her
ankle without Alema Rar, Jedi Knight being aware of it.

Needless
to say, when Alema Rar was awakened by Kazzok yanking her out of bed
by the leash, it was a shock to the Jedi. As always, when she first
woke, Alema Rar momentarily forgot that she was restrained, and tried
to reach out and brace her fall to the floor. An instant after
realizing that she was shackled, she landed with a grunt on her right
hip and shoulder.

“Time
to go, my horny little Jedi!” Kazzok proclaimed as he dragged
her out of the cell.

Getting
over the lip of the doorway involved another bump. By the time she
got into the corridor, Alema Rar had managed to get her legs
underneath herself. Unfortunately Kazzok wouldn't give her a chance
to stand up. She had to crawl along, struggling in her chains.

“Keep
up, slave!” Kazzok said, hissing with laughter.

If
it weren't for the towering Trandoshan keeping her up with the leash,
then Alema Rar would have fallen flat on her face. She couldn't even
crawl as fast as normal, since the chain connecting her ankles was so
short. To make matters worse, she was still not completely awake.

Problem
number one. Stop a towering Trandoshan from dragging you, naked,
across the deck. Since she didn't see anything to hurl at him, Alema
Rar used the Force to unlock her wristcuffs. With one freed hand the
naked Jedi reached up and pulled hard on the leash.

Kazzok,
who was hissing with laughter as he dragged his captive along, looked
back to see what happened. “Oh sithspit,” he said as he
came to a sudden stop.

Alema
Rar fell forwards, catching herself with one hand.

“I
guess you'll want to stand up now, won't you?” Kazzok asked as
the Twi'lek climbed to her feet, chains clinking. Finally Alema Rar
was able to collect her thoughts.

“Let's
go,” he commanded her as he gave the leash another pull. The
time Alema Rar was able to react quickly and with the Force,
succeeded in yanking the chain out of his grasp altogether.

“What
the frakk is going on?” Alema Rar asked, clutching the leash in
one hand.

Still
hissing, Kazzok replied, “We're about to exit hyperspace in the
Zhar system. I was taking you to the bridge to see the stars,”
he said, as if what he was doing was the most normal thing in the
universe.

As
much as she wondered how had had gotten into her room without her
knowing it, right now she wanted to know why.

“Why
the frakk did you snatch me out of bed by my neck?” She
screamed at him.

“You
seemed to like it so much,” he replied, still hissing softly
with laughter. Before she could respond, he added, “I mean,
you got your hands in front of you, chained yourself to the bunk,
played with your pussy awhile, and still shackled your feet together
and your hands back behind yourself.”

How
does he know all that ... “Hey! You had my room
monitored!” she exclaimed as it dawned on her.

He
stared back at her. “Of course the room is monitored. It's a
cell!”

He
had told her that when he first took her to the cell. “That
still doesn't mean you can snatch me out of bed like that!”
How did he manage that, Alema Rar wondered.

“I
just figured I'd help you get into character.”

The
Twi'lek took a step closer to him, head to stomach. Looking up at
him, she said, “If I ever need your help, rest assured that
I'll let you know, understand?”

“Sure
thing, Jedi Alema Rar,” he replied, hissing faintly, and closed
his clawed hand around her arm. “Now, let me help you with
those shackles,” he added as he firmly turned her to face away
from him and pulled her arms behind her back.

With
some trepidation, Alema Rar allowed him to secure her hands together.
It would probably be the last time for a while that should could
choose to be cuffed. She felt a strap being wrapped around her upper
arms and pulled tight, forcing her elbows together and her tits out.

Kazzok
nonchalantly picked up the leash that was left dangling from the
Jedi's collar and pulled the naked, chained Twi'lek, a little more
gently, to the bridge.

The
bridge was as dark as the rest of the ship. A Jedi had little
difficulty in navigating the obstacles, though. As Alema Rar sat
down in the co-pilot's seat, she realized something. “Hey, I
don't care about stars. I've seen thousands of 'em.”

“Oh
well, you're here now,” Kazzok replied as he snapped the leash
onto a restraining ring on the side of her chair. Then he settled
into the captain's chair and set his large forearms into the grooves
on the control board that all Trandoshans used to pilot spacecraft.

Alema
Rar could sense that he was lying, but she didn't know about what, or
why. “Why?” She asked him.

“Just
a minute,” he said as he brought the ship out of hyperspace.
He stayed silent for several more minutes, scanning for comm traffic
and possible pirate activity. Kazzok pulled one hand out of its
groove and picked up a data pad that was in a storage slot. He
handed it to the shackled Twi'lek, who twist her cuffed hands to get
it.

“Hey,
can you send a message to Shada for me. It's on here. Just press
send,” he told her.

Alema
Rar had used enough datapads in her life to know where the send
button was without looking. Still, she sensed that something wasn't
right. “Why can't you just send it?” She asked him,
fingering the 'send' button with her shackled hand.

“I'm
flying the ship,” he replied quickly, placing both hands back
into the control grooves.

Still
not completely convinced, Alema Rar hit the send button with her
thumb.

Kazzok
hissed softly with laughter, and headed for the moon Gall, orbiting
the gas giant Zhar.

“We
are almost at Gall, where we'll get you fitted with a chastity belt,
and Darb will take you to Schliebak the Hutt,” he replied
blandly.

“I
mean with the datapad. Why couldn't you just send it?”

He
turned and leaned close to her. “I could have, but trust me,
Shada will appreciate the fact that you sent it to her, and not me.”

She
sensed the truth, mostly. “What was the message then?”
Alema Rar asked.

“Oh,
just a security update,” he replied seriously.

It
was very hard to lie to a Jedi. “What kind of security
update?”

He
glanced at her. “Some holocam information,” he answered.

“Oh,
OK,” Alema Rar answered, puzzled over why he was so insistent
that Shada get a holocam security update.

Suddenly,
it occurred to her. The footage from her masturbating in her cell.
“Kriffing lizard! That better not get out!” She tried
to stand up, but her leash jerked her back down.

Kazzok
set the autopilot before answering, “That's up to Shada now,
isn't it? Unless someone happens to intercept the signal, but what
are the chances of that?”

“They
better not,” Alema Rar replied, as she rotated her neck to
adjust the collar. Once it was settled into place, she released the
leash from her collar with the Force. “Matter of fact, I'm
going to go get ready to be a slave,” she added, as she
carefully stood and left the bridge.

* * * * *

Alema
Rar could sense the surprise from Kazzok when she met him at the
ship's exit ramp. Gone were the shiny durasteel collar, cuffs, and
belt. In their place was a simple tan sleeveless slave dress,
several sizes too large, which felt unnervingly like a traditional
Jedi robe to her. A cheap nerfhide belt was around her waist.

The
super sexy high heel boots that she had been strutting around the
ship in were replaced by cheap flat sandals. A collar was still
around her neck, but it was an old, well used one with spots of rust
on the surface. It was also too big. She could slide several
fingers underneath it, just like an all purpose restraining collar
that an occasional slaver would have on hand. In her left hand she
carried a short length of rusted chain, and a set of basic binders.

In
spite of her change of appearance, Alema Rar knew that that wasn't
what really surprised the Trandoshan. Before, she was in charge,
loving being a lithe, sexy Twi'lek. Now she had the mannerisms of a
life long slave girl. A slave dancer. She still had the same
svelte, sensual movements that she always did, but now they seemed to
be a little different. She enhanced what he was seeing with the
Force.

He
looked at her with a dominance that hadn't been there earlier. The
humble Jedi could tell the effect that she had on Kazzok. Before,
they both knew that she could stop the games when she wanted too, in
spite of how she was restrained. Now she was nothing more than a
contented, life long slave dancer.

“I
left my bag in my cell. Please make sure Karrde gets it,” she
said softly, keeping her eyes downcast, but impressing the statement
with the Force.

After
a moment Kazzok shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. “Fine
then. You ready?” he asked her.

“Yes
Sir,” the slave girl replied demurely.

Without
responding, the Trandoshan took the binders from her and roughly
locked them onto her wrists in front of her, then clipped the
half-meter chain leash to her collar. Kazzok adjusted his
Slavemaster Stun Carbine, the weapon of choice for Trandoshan
slavers, across his back and made sure his primary weapon, his
Trandoshan Repeater Rifle was slung in place on his side. He grabbed
the leash, and pulled his slave down the ship's ramp.

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